Yussa doesn't allow his surprise to show, though there is a subtle pleasure there in Caleb veering away from his suggestion. He nearly closes his eyes as gentle fingers stroke into his hair, soft as down now that it's fully dry. They flash open again at the assertion that he should remove clothes, followed by the gentle but clear command.

He rises in a fluid motion; though he manages to do so without stepping back, the bells around his ankles still make a light sound with the shift of his weight. Yussa keeps his gaze on Caleb's face as he plucks free the few ties holding the robe closed. The scant weight of the fabric still makes it fall open immediately, and it takes nothing but a shrug to slip it from his shoulders. It falls like liquid, pooling around his feet as it lands.

The gold chains drape over his slight curves, accentuating them, drawing attention to the softer planes of his body. With the fabric out of the way, the henna lower on his belly is clear, a continuation of the design that flows down from his chest.